The Bachelorette isn’t on Netflix. Which is why I hadn’t seen an episode since the first season a decade or more ago. And then a year ago, when Chris Soules became the man, I didn’t love being left out of the post rose office talk. So I borrowed a friend’s Hulu login and joined the party. And now I just can’t help myself.
Each season is gifted/plagued with a handful of seemingly genuine fellas, a few that seem to be misplaced and, of course, the requisite asshat. JoJo may have been the most adorable and authentic bachelorette I’ve ever seen. She had the usual misfits, some adorable ex athletes, and Chad. Look, I’m a total sucker for beards and biceps but even I have no use for a tool of that variety. Thankfully, with a little help from the other fellas, JoJo called him out and sent him home with all his protein. Get him, girl.